Cheyenne Prybylinski

Fan Fiction: Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake 12

This is the longest chapter I have written yet. Gud gosh! 5,065words, and that's without the authors notes! Anyways, sry for taking so long I was working on some of my other stories, which you should really check out (*HINT HINT*) Anyways, hope you like. Read on…

Chapter 9

Fionna stood in front of the full length mirror in her room, turning this way and that, looking at herself from different angles. Cake walked in with a tray of chamomile tea, and setting the platter down, she looked over at Fionna.

"Fionna, honey, what are you doing?"

Fionna sighed and kept turning around and examining herself. "Cake, do you think I'm too, plain," she asked finally facing her. Cake looked her up and down. She was in the same clothes she always wore, a light blue shirt, darker blue skirt, white bunny hat…

Cake shrugged her shoulders, "You look like Fionna. I mean, you're pretty, but you wear the same clothes all the time. So, yeah, I guess you could say you look a little plain." Fionna frowned and looked at herself again in the mirror.

"But I like these clothes, and they're really comfortable. But…," she trailed off, seeming to go in deep thought. Cake stood by watching her while sipping on her tea. Then, without warning, Fionna turned and walked to Cake.

"Cake, will you make me a new outfit to wear for my date." Cake stared at Fionna, her cup halfway raised to her mouth. Her eyes had gotten big and she didn't say anything for a while. She popped back to life two seconds before Fionna poked her to see if she was still breathing.

"I never thought I would see the day when you would actually ask me to make you something girly!" Fionna smiled and waved her hands in a stop motion. "Hold on, I never said anything about full out girly. Just something new, that fits my personality."

Cake was a little down put by that, but nonetheless ecstatic that her sister had finally decided that she wanted to wear something different. "Ok, by your standards. Do you want a really cute shirt? Oh, or maybe a new kind of skirt!"

Fionna blushed and smiled a little, "Actually, I was thinking along the lines of, like… a dress." She lightly tapped Cake in the arm with a punch when she saw her jaw go through the floor. Literally.

"Don't give me that look, Cake," she said as she jumped up onto her bed. It took a while for Cake to find the bottom of her mouth. When she had finally stretched it back into place, she looked at Fionna with a smug face.

"You must really want to impress Marshall Lee." Fionna didn't say anything, but she nodded to show that Cake was right on the money. Cake smiled, "Well then let's get started, shall we? What color do you want it to be…"


Prince Gumball walked a few paces forward as the giant skeleton guard said, "Next!" The bag of bones in front of him stepped up to the Guard. "Cause of death," The Guard asked. The skeleton stood there thinking and finally said, "Duhhhhhhh, disease o' my brain!" The Guard shook his head and muttered under his breathe, "Dangit, not another stupid one…Next!"

Gumball walked up to the Guard. As he had asked for every single dead person, or supposable dead person, he asked, "How did you die?" Gumball looked down at himself. He looked the same as he did when he had been in the Candy Castle. There were no bones showing, no skeletal figure in place of his gummy body.

But Gumball, with his fears and doubts, replied, "I committed suicide." He held up his ragged arms as proof. The cuts were still deep and bleeding slightly. The Guardian looked Gumball up and down, and then poked him once or twice.

"…Step out of line." He said motioning for the Prince to stand beside him. Gumball obeyed, and went to stand beside the tall beast as he continued his job. While Gumball was watching all the skeletons explain how they died, he felt an odd sensation in his left arm.

He expected to find some blood had just trickled out of the wound, and was making a run down his arm. But when he peered down at his appendage, it was bone. Crying out, Gumball held out his arm and examined it. It had turned into nothing but bones.

No, his bones. He was finally losing his body as he died. He had thought this might happen. Suicide was no guarantee that you would die as fast as some here, especially since he had taken the slow, sleepy way out.

His conscience had gotten here, but it was taking a while for him to actually die. He studied the white bone that connected to his elbow. He watched as he made his digits move without muscle and flesh.

It was cool, in a weird, I'm-finally-going-to-die sort of way. Then, just as it had come, the sensation was gone, and his regular arm and hand were yet again there. Gumball stared confused at this new development. "That wasn't supposed to happen, not by my calculations."

Just as Gumball started thinking about it, the Guard turned and tapped him on the shoulder gently, "Prince Gumball, come with me." Gumball only nodded his head, and before he knew what was happening the guard had picked him up, and was now carrying him across the dark gray dead world.

Gumball watched as the Guard took one giant step, then another. He didn't try to avoid the Skeleton people, but they sure tried to avoid him. They scattered just before his foot came down. Hope none of them get hurt Gumball found himself thinking. But they were skeletons and dead already. How would that hurt them?

Gumball just shook his head. He wasn't one of them yet, so he wouldn't understand if it hurt to get stepped on until he was absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt dead. He looked ahead of the Guard and noticed a beautiful glowing castle on a hill. They were heading straight for it.

"Excuse me!" Gumball yelled from his perch, "Pardon my speaking rudely, but, where in Glob's name are you taking me?" "To death himself. I was told that when I saw you, I was to bring you to him. It's like, a huge honor in my opinion," the Guard said smiling slightly.

Gumball looked back at the shining castle which had already tripled in size, "But why?" The Guard shrugged and kept on walking without a word. Gumball rested his head in his hands and waited to be put down.

After a minute of walking in mute silence, (well, silent except for the huge sounds of the giants feet) Gumball and the Guardian finally made it to the castle. The guardian gently put Gumball down on the ground outside of the front doors of the building.

"Ok, so what you're going to do is go through these doors, take a right, then a left, and death should be in the first room to your right." The Guardian gave Gumball a thumbs up, "Good luck dude." And with that he stood and walked away.

Gumball watched as the Guardian slowly disappeared. Dude? He thought. The only person who had ever called him that was Fionna. Gumball hung his head, knowing that they would never see each other again. But that was his decision, and now wasn't the time to be regretting one's decisions.

Turning, he opened the large white door, which was surprisingly lighter than he had thought. Gumball couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony. A light door that was white. The exact opposite of what he had expected the castle of Death to look like.

He stepped inside a clean and moderately new looking room. There were two white seats on the other side of the room, with a small coffee table in between them. The walls were bare, except for a few plain paintings. A receptionist's desk sat on the left side of the room, but no one was there. There wasn't anyone else there except Gumball, and he didn't see any doors leading anywhere. The only thing there was a hallway on the right wall. "That must be the one the Guard talked about," Gumball said, thinking out loud.

He walked down the hallway until it split off in two different directions. The Guard had said to take a right, then a left. Gumball did just that, maneuvering through the maze of halls very quickly. He then came to the door that was his first on the right.

It was a plain looking door, very business-like. There was a sign on the front that read, Lord Death: Killer of the Living and Keeper of the Dead. Gumball didn't like that first part. After all he could still be taken as living since he hadn't died completely yet.

But, Death obviously wanted to see him for a reason, although he hoped that reason was good. Getting up his courage, Gumball reached out and grabbed the door knob with a slightly shaky hand.

He opened the door slowly, and then stepped inside the room. Forget room, this place was almost as big as the whole castle! It had a high ceiling, and either way Gumball looked the walls seemed to disappear.

What was inside the room intrigued him. There was sand covering the floor, with rocks, big and small, jutting out. There was a stage off a ways with drums and other instruments, but Gumball was too far away to see what kind.

He couldn't see anyone, and didn't hear anyone either. "Hello?" he called out. "Death, are you here? It's Prince Gumball, of the Candy Kingdom. Why did you summon me?" His voice echoed slightly. Then silence.

Just as Gumball was contemplating leaving the room, a voice called out from the stage. "Over here mortal!" Gumball strained his eyes and could just barely make out the figure of someone waving their arms back and forth on the platform.

Gumball waved back, and started walking to the stage. Surprisingly it only took a few moments to reach the stage, and see that it was indeed Lord Death. Death jumped off the stage as Gumball approached.

"So," he said looking Gumball up and down, "You are Prince Gumball?" He held up a bony hand, "Nice to meet you." Gumball, despite not wanting to touch anymore bone than he already had, lightly grabbed Death's hand and shook it. "The pleasures all mine," he said quickly taking back his hand and wiping it on his shirt.

Death seemed unaffected by Gumball and his cleanliness. He just smiled even more, if that was even possible. "Yep, you're Gumball alright. You're not supposed to be here son; I'm sending you back to where you belong."

Gumball frowned and raised an eyebrow. "What? Of course I belong here, I'm dead." Death shook his skull, and reaching over he pinched Gumball's arm. "Ouch!" Gumball exclaimed. "You're not dead son, you're only almost dead. And believe me, there is a huge difference between dead and almost dead."

Gumball looked down at his arms and suppressed the urge to tell Death otherwise. But he had a point, Gumball wasn't dead yet, but he would soon be. As if Death could read his mind he said, "Sorry Pinky, but your time hasn't come yet. Someone is here to take you home."

Death stepped aside to reveal Peppermint Maid. She curtsied and said, "My Prince, I have come to take you back to the Candy Kingdom." Prince Gumball couldn't talk, couldn't breathe. How, but I-I made sure she was…. What is she doing here?

Gumball didn't say anything for a long time, and eventually Peppermint Maid walked forward and grabbed his hand. "It's ok my lord, I will have you back with the living in no time…"

Gumball pulled his hand away, "No Peppermint Maid. I can't go back." She looked at him with a mixture of shock and hurt. "But young lord, you must return, the candy people…"

"Will be fine without me," he said forcefully. She shook her head and reached out for his hand once more, "No Prince Gumball, you must come back. Without you the candy people will have no one to rule over them. There will be trouble on the streets, candy people everywhere will be morning you."

She shook her head again as if the memory of something like that was coming back to her. "If you don't go back, then I can't go back. I can't return without you lord, for if I do, I will blame myself for the terrible mess the Kingdom will become."

Gumball let her grab his hand the second time. He looked into her face, and for a brief moment he felt like she must have felt, loneliness and sadness. He had abandoned his kingdom because he was weak. Because he couldn't take the idea of losing Fionna, because he had forgotten about the one's he was supposed to be there for.

"Oh Glob what have I done," Gumball said hanging his head. He hadn't given any thought as to who would rule the kingdom after him. Of course he knew who it would be. He couldn't leave his candy people in the hands of two of the cruelest lemons in the land, could he?

He nodded his head, of course he couldn't. He had a kingdom to run, and it had taken him this long to see that that was more important than him. He had to put the kingdom before himself, like he did when Fionna loved him.

He had been selfish to think he could escape reality, stupid to think he could have hid in the claws of death. Fionna was not his desire, nor was love his hope anymore. It was the hope that his candy people were well taken care of that was his now.

Gumball stood straighter and took a deep breathe. He looked down at Peppermint Maid who was smiling up at him. He shook his head, "I'm ready to go home now. I'm ready to move on." Death, who had stood watching the pair from the side lines, now intervened.

"If you are ready now, I will send both of you back to the world of the living. Of course I will need something from you Gumball to make the phase… permanent." Death held out a hand. Gumball looked at it, wondering what he could give up. But he knew what.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the picture of Fionna that he had died with. Somehow it had come with him on his journey into the fiftieth death world. He now knew why. Just as he had died, his love for Fionna had also.

He handed the picture to Death, "I give you my love. I will never love again, for I have a greater and higher duty to a more noble cause," He glanced down at Peppermint Maid, "taking care of my Kingdom."

Death smiled his forever smile, "Whatever you say Prince Gumball. Whatever you say…" and with that a doorway opened. Peppermint Maid walked through it, and turning around she waved to Gumball. "See you on the other side, my Lord."

Gumball nodded. And before he could say or do anything else, he saw his arms and legs started to fade. He looked at Death one last time, and then disappeared into nothing.


Marshall Lee looked down at the ground far below him. The trees and rolling hills were going fast underneath him as he flew to the Weeping Willow. It was sunset, and the orange and soft violet of the sky mixed beautifully.

Marshall did a flip in the air, smiling as he did so. He was so happy right now, he could just die. Again. He couldn't wait to see Fionna, and he wondered if she had missed him as much as he had missed her.

The picnic basket that he was holding blew slightly in the breeze. Marshall Lee steadied it with his free hand. He didn't want all the preparation to go to waste. It had taken him the whole day to pack the picnic, mostly because he had to go all over the land of Aaa to pick sweet ripe wild strawberries, blueberries and apples.

He had also thrown in a few sandwiches, just in case. He wanted to surprise Fionna, and hopefully this did the trick. But just in case it didn't…

He dove down into the last part of the forest, and when he came out he had a big bouquet of roses. He sniffed them to make sure they smelled just right, and refrained himself from sucking the lushes red from their petals. They were for Fionna after all.

The Willow came into view on the edge of the grasslands. Marshall didn't spot Fionna. I must be early for once, Marshall thought to himself, smirking. He landed right under the tree, and set the basket he had been carrying down.

He reached in real quick and pulled out a blanket, which he gingerly laid on the ground. He floated back to see his work. "Nice, but it's missing something." Marshall Lee snapped his fingers and then flew off back into the forest.

He came back with more roses, but this time he took the pedals of and sprinkled them around and on the blanket. He landed and looked at his picture perfect picnic. "Am I a great boyfriend or what?" He asked himself.

"Well, I guess you are kinda great," a voice said behind Marshall Lee. He jumped a little with surprise, but knew he didn't have to worry. All of a sudden, Fionna ran up to him, and turning him around, kissed him.

It had been three whole freakin days since Marshall Lee had Kissed Fionna, and boy was he enjoying this. He closed his eyes and kissed back hard. Fionna followed suit, and soon both were laying on the picnic blanket, Marshall Lee on top of Fionna.

But something felt different about Fionna. He was busy with her lips, but he could feel there was something different. "Fionna, what's up with the weird feeling shir-sh-sh-sh…"

Marshall Lee had sat up and now looked at Fionna for the first time in three days. She was wearing her usual bunny hat, with her bangs sticking out. Nothing wrong there. But when he looked down at where her usual blue shirt and skirt should have been, instead there was dress.

He floated up and away from he, goggling at it. Fionna laughed when she saw his face, and blushed slightly. Cake had done a really good job on the dress, and obviously Marshall Lee liked short, sweet, and pink.

The dress was mostly pink anyways. It had a black middle band that acted like a belt and black straps. The layer of black cloth underneath also stuck out at the bottom creating a really good contrast between the two colors.

The pink dress's end was like pedals on a flower, and it stopped where Fionna's usual skirt would have. Fionna had given up her thigh high stockings, but had refused to wear any other shoe than her black slip-ons.

Cake hadn't complained, since they were black and went with the dress. It was a plain summer outfit, but to Marshall Lee it was beautiful. He had never seen a dress on her, except for the ball she had gone to at Pinky's castle.

Fiona stood up to show it off. She couldn't stop herself from giggling at Marshall's mouth hanging there. "So, what do you think?" Marshall Lee looked her up and down again, "You're hot." She didn't know what it was, maybe the way he said it, maybe the way his face looked, but Fionna fell to the ground laughing.

Marshall Lee blushed as he watched Fionna laugh at him. "I'm serious, you look amazing!" he said grinning himself. She waved at him, "Ok, ok, I believe you. But your face when you said it! I'm gonna peeee!" she said going into another bout of laughter.

Marshall decided to join her as he started to chuckle himself. He must have looked hilarious. Of course he meant what he said. She really was stunning, especially in the light of the sunset.

When both of them had calmed down, they sat down on the blanket. Fionna looked around at the rose petals and picnic basket. She leaned on Marshall and looked up at the vampire. "Marshall, did you do all this for me?"

He kissed her on the forehead, "I'll do anything for my little bunny." Fionna sighed and scooted closer to Marshall, who in turn wrapped an arm around Fionna. They watched the sunset while both ate apples, strawberries, and blueberries and talked about what had happened the last three days.

"…So then he just left. Me and Cake walked out on our own." Fionna said in conclusion. She had just got done telling Marshall Lee about her and Cakes visit to the Candy kingdom. Marshall Lee looked off into the distance, "So he's ok with us being together?"

Fionna shrugged, "More or less." She looked at Marshall's solemn face. His features were highlighted by the setting sun making them sharper. He really was handsome when the sun was ever on him.

Marshall Lee felt Fionna staring at him. He looked beside himself at the human girl. Leaning down, he softly started to kiss her. She kissed him back and started to push him down slowly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, making sure she was comfortable before kissing her harder.

She bit at his lip and ran her hands through his hair. Both were steadily working their way up, kissing harder, with more passion. They broke apart to catch their breath. Fionna's chest was heaving up and down as was Marshall's.

They were about to continue their activities, when Marshall Lee looked sharply up. Fionna instantly paused, "Is someone coming?" He nodded. She sat up and started to fix her hair, tucking stray strands back underneath her hat.

Marshall Lee frowned, "I swear, what's it take to get some privacy around here?!" They both turned to look behind. Up on the hill just opposite theirs two Banana Guards were running at full flight coming towards them.

"No wonder I could hear them a mile away. They're shaking the ground like an earthquake, geez." Fionna had to admit that the closer the two got, the more the ground shook. But she didn't say anything.

When the Banana Guards finally made it down the hill and up the next to the picnic they were heaving and breathless. They stood in front of the pair for a while before they could actually say anything.

"Fionna….and Marshall Lee the…the vam-"

"Just get on with it," Marshall said waving them on. The guards nodded their heads, "Yeah, ok. But… please, don't kill the messengers." One of them said. Fionna and Marshall looked at each other.

Fionna stepped forward a worried look on her face. "Why, what's happened? What's going on?" The other Banana Guard cast a sad glance at his partner before standing up straight.

"Something bad has happened to Prince Gumball."

The banana next to him scoffed, "Something bad? He's dead for Pete's sake, it's terrible!" Both banana's quickly covered the Banana Guards mouth before he could say anymore.

Fionna covered her mouth and took a step back. She bumped into Marshall Lee, and looking down, she saw his hands were clenched into fists. She felt tears come to her eyes and she looked up at Marshall.

He had his eyes closed tight and there was a grimace on his face. "You coward…" he whispered. He had guessed the Prince would take the easy way out of all this. An easy way to escape his responsibilities and his broken heart.

Marshall Lee knew that Gumball would have considered the possibilities of suicide. That was one of the reasons he had wanted to talk to Fionna about approaching the Prince, one of the key reasons he had stopped Gumball from finding out that night when Fionna was over.

He had been trying to protect the Prince, had been trying to keep one of his most treasured friends alive. Now it was too late, one of his only two friends was dead, and Marshall Lee couldn't help but blame himself.

Fionna by this point was sobbing. She wrapped her arms around Marshall Lee's small waist and hugged his tightly, crying into his shirt. Marshall unclenched his fists and held her. Now was not the time to blame himself for this mess. Now was the time to be there for Fionna. She needed him. The Banana Guards stood idly by, watching as Fionna cried her heart out for the Candy Prince.

Marshall Lee stroked Fionna's head, and started humming a song softly trying to cheer her up. But the young heroin just couldn't bring herself to stop crying. "How… how did he die?" she sobbed.

One of the Banana Guards opened his mouth to answer, but the other one piped in. "We can't tell you that." Fionna drew apart from Marshall's soaked shirt, "What? Why?" The Banana Guards looked at each other, wondering what to say.

"Because…," one of them started, "Because…it's a secret?" he finished uncertainly. Fionna wiped away a tear. Marshall Lee, who really didn't want to tell her the honest truth, understood why the Banana Guards didn't want to be the ones to tell her.

But Fionna knew that she could win out the contest. She glared hard at the duo in front of her and didn't let up. The Banana Guards tried to hold up, but her stare had the power to move mountains.

"We can't tell you! But you can go to the Candy Kingdom yourselves and find out! Just, please stop staring, we can't take it!" the Banana Guards broke down crying and ran off in the direction of the Candy Kingdom.

Fionna nodded her head, and began walking in the same direction. Marshall Lee was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he could bare to see Fionna in tears again, not even to mention his dead best friends body.

She picked up on his hesitation and turned to face him, eyes on fire. "Are you coming or not? I know you don't like him and everything, but could you at least show some respect?!" Marshall Lee was taken aback by her anger.

She instantly covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears. "Marshall, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" She stopped, for it had become increasingly hard to speak. He rushed over and again embraced her.

She cried freely into his chest, tugging at his plaid shirt. "I'm scared Marshall. I can't believe he's dead. He just can't be dead, not Gumball. Why…"

Marshall Lee held her tight, making sure not to hold her too tight. Before she could react, he was floating up into the air. She looked down at the ground growing further and further away.

She looked up at Marshall with watery eyes. He smiled a sad smile, "We need to get there as fast as we can." She didn't quite smile, but her eyes lit up slightly. She nodded and buried her face once again in his chest.

He cradled her close to him, trying to comfort her to the best of his ability. Fionna's mind was racing, trying to come to full turns of what was happening. The only thing that registered was that Prince Gumball was dead.

Just the thought made her want to cry more. She had mixed feelings about the Prince. He had been her crush for four years until she had come to her senses. He was her best friend besides Marshall and Cake, and he had just no more than a day earlier told her that he really did have feelings for her.

She had broken his heart, and he had walked out. This whole mess, she was sure, had to be her fault. If only she had waited to talk to Marshall. If only she had taken it easier on him. If only, if only, if only…

Fionna shut all the maybe's out, and instead tried to listen to Marshall Lee's breathing. His heart didn't beat, but his breathing was rhythmic and calming. She concentrated on it until after a while of flying, he gently put her down.

"We're here Fionna."

She looked one last time at his face. It was calm and collective, but there was something in his eyes, as if he was crying on the inside. Fionna reached over and took his hand, giving a squeeze. He squeezed back.

Marshall nodded his head, taking a deep breath, "Come on. Let's go say hi to Gumball."

Ok, ok, so a lot of people thought PG was dead, but he wasn't! (Well, not completely anyways) I can't just kill his, he is a necessary part of my Fanfic so, plz review and tell me wat you think. I will try and have chapter 10 up here really soon, but as of right now, I am banned from the laptop -_- sucks to be me. so, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! Hoped you liked this chapter.

Well, that's it for now. Cheyenne out, peace!